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"You know, smackin' him around won't do him any harm." Drawled a tenor from behind Rusty, the lilt slightly nasal. Iamel popped up from behind the curve into the aisle, Dee latched onto his chest with a baby carrier, her legs dangling from the packing.

She was wearing a shirt that proudly stated, "All Daddy Wanted Was a b*****b" in bright orange (one of Iamels old shirts) and a ruffly blue skirt that partially covered her knees. The bald girl was watching Hoss curiously, wide green eyes narrowed. Iamel was dressed in baggy black shorts to his knobby knees, anorexically thin body dressed in mesh and leather gloves and oh, there were wings, black and white, protruding from his back. Orange, yellow, red hair in all directions, the majority pulled back into a thick ponytail.

Either way, he was grinning a too wide grin, red eyes latched onto the other mans face. "Spare the rod, spoil the child. All that good junk."

"Maybe. Kids need that when they're itty." He shrugged, the movement quick and a little jerky, moving a bit closer to study the boy. The orange haired purple thing was just as bald as his little Dee, eyebrows arched up at the alien.

"Sure is an angry bugger. And he's bald and a little ugly like DDR here - definately not yours." Dee almost rolled her eyes. She knew THAT tone. He was going to flirt - hadn't he been kissing up on some other guy for the last three months? "What's your name?"

Then the kid started making noise again. Dee, already irritated with the noise, reached up to grab a candy bar Iamel had stashed near her. She was his shopping cart, apparently. Clumsy fingers wrapped around the tinfoil-wrapped treat and she THREW.

It wasn't much of a throw. She was a baby, small and weak, but she had been getting strong. Hand-eye coordination had gotten better, her fingers stronger and it wasn't as if the gigantic purple, hooked, duck-taped target was a million miles away.

Even if the candybar hadn't made contact, Dee screeched right back at him, her voice rising up to try and muffle his own. "AIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE."

Dee shrieked at him once more, one hand lashing back out. Nanner nanner! You have DUCK TAPE ON, BIYOTCH! Dee had... teeth. Sharp teeth. She bared them at his attack, snarling with the three or four teeth that were actually THERE.

Iamel yelped, dragging his daughter from the kid. She had almost fallen out of her little sack in her insistant squirming and shrieks. The redhead clamped his hand over her mouth, holding the girl close. She stilled instantly at the muted growl, eyes narrowed on Hoss once more.

Stupid boy.

"Uh, hell. Sorry about that, man. That's literally like the second time she's ever made ANY noise. Dee, what the hell?" He gave her a little bounce, released her mouth, and Dee just looked back up at him with a muted frown. "Uh... anyway. Her name's DDR. I'm Iamel. What's the kids name?"

"He looks like he's plotting." Iamel wrinkled his nose at the young boy, that smile still twitching at his lips. Hoth? Ruthty-- Oooooh. His eyebrow quirked, just slightly, and Rusty got another grin. "S'nice to meet you, Rusty. Hoss. Such a charming little gentleman YOU are."

Yeah, that was aimed at the infant. Dee got her head a fond little rub.

"Where'd you get him from? Unless you got together with an alien, I don't think he's yours biologically."

"...Archie? Like, Saturn?" Iamel laughed then, head tilting back as he did so. "Archie Saturn, with ICRS? They change when they hit the earth, yeah?"

Dee had paused in hearing 'Archie'. She had seen the man before! He had given her a doll during Halloween, a pretty thing that she slept with now. It was soft. She liked that one.

"So's Dee. Crime and all that. You know what your kid did? I know Dee kind of dressed like a ho." Again, another head rub. Dee grumbled lightly at the movement, settling down in her pack. She was muttering in some garbled language, hindered by her baby vocal cords and the new teeth. Still, Iamel kept talking. "Have you heard of the Unit?"

"A brothel?" Iamel had to pause, eyeing the kid with another level of curiousity. A -brothel-? Really? That was... pretty awesome. So he grinned. "That's pretty cool. I have no clue what Dee was. She just looked all cute and innocent and... whore-ish. Maybe she worked for Hoss."

If Dee could understand what they were saying, she would have slain her adopted father. Instead, she kicked her feet idly, squirming in her impatiance.

At the lack of knowledge on the Unit, Iamel reached into his pocket, pulling out a scrap of paper and a worn pen. "The Unit is something my brother set up. His name's Kian, he's been on Gaia for like two years now. He was a criminal too. Apparently he started this rebellion and killed loads of people but he's alright now. Babysits Dee sometimes. Anyway, him and his little boyfriend kinda set up this place for all the other little aliens to come and join and not be ...alone or some crap like that." A shrug, a scribble, and Rusty got some paper shoved at him.

"Check it out. They're actually pretty cool people. A little weird but cool."

"Kian stopped screaming. He gave me what little faith I have that this stuff actually works." Iamel grinned, leaning over to coo, tauntingly, at the small flesh bag. "He's kind of lame, though. Sucks with the hooks, though."

Dee leaned against her father as the other infant thrashed and tried to hurt people, fingers finding an rubbing her little gold band. Idiot. Iamel was smarter then both of them! So she giggled a baby giggle, lips peeling back to reveal the sharp (rather unthreatening) baby teeth poking out.

"Stop being a butthead, DDR." A skinny hand rested on her head an -rubbed-. As if she was a good luck charm. "D'ya have a first aide kit in that cart, man? You might need it."